1:23am *this one is long.* (Edited)

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'He sat there with his long legs uncrossed and stretch out. She came up and sat on his thighs. She wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around his warm torso, and snuggle up so close to him that their hearts would beat in a synchronized rhythm, but she couldn't. Not until he knew how she felt. She took a deep breath in and told him.

"Babe?" She said in more of a question tone as if to check if he was listening. "Before we go any further in what we are doing. I want you to know how I feel about you." She pause for a minute as if to give him a second to prepare himself and the rest of the time to formulate for  what she was about to say. She closed her eyes and let the words flow from her like a river flowing from a broken dam.

"I love you. Okay I love so much it hurts. But the pain... It's a good pain. Sometimes I wonder how you put up with me. And to this day I don't know." She paused and he tried to intervene but she told him "wait- wait until I'm done. Please. I need to tell you this." She continued. "I would do anything for you. Because in the time that you've known me and I mean truly have known me. You have been there for me every step of the way. And somehow in that time. Your arms have felt more like home than any house ever did. You found parts of me I didn't know existed and in you I found a love so strong and vibrant. I could believe it was real. Every once in a while you meet someone who is like no other. Who changed everything but in a good way. You are that person to me. You are my person. You are my escape. I fell in love with the way you touched me without ever using your hands. You have shaped me into someone... Someone I could be proud of. And I want to have the chance to thank you. Because I thank God for you everyday."

By the end she was in tears, because she finally got it all out, and it was a relief. All he could do was hug her, and smooth away her tears.'

~excerpts from a book I'll never write

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